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Milkah
That's gonna leave a mark!
Makes sense I'm not used to kneeling for 2 hours straight and this skirt has not been kind to me at all .
I feel ridiculous and embarrassed, I want to pretend that I fainted but I think my acting skills are not good enough to pull it off.
So my only solution is to drag my body to the King, and so I use my arms as my pillars and pull my body towards the King.
The whole time this is happening everyone has stopped their merriment and watched what is happening on the stage.
I don't care, I'm doing this ceremony, not for me but for Melokuhle.
I think she has a better chance of survival here in the palace then in her home.
The only thing I have my eyes focused on are the Kings feet.
I'm dragging myself and the basket. The skirt it still hurting me but it's better placed in this position.
I finally arrived to his feet. I'm panting and sweating but the most important thing is that I did it.
Okay! Now for the gift.
I have nothing to wash nor to moisturise so the only thing I can do is to re-moisturise his feet because I can never reach his hands.
I open my basket and apply the moisturiser on my hands and rub it on his feet. Mind you I am still breathing like I ran a marathon.
As soon as I finish rubbing his two feet I gently place my forehead on his knees, that's the best submission position sign he is getting from me.
I wait, longer than the others for THE pat, when I realised the man was not going to make any vow to me I was hurt.
I don't understand why but I was. I had done so much just to get to where he was, the least he could do is acknowledge my efforts.
I can feel tears of anger welling up in my eyes. This world hates me or maybe it just hates Melokuhle. I blame her for having such a weak body!
As soon as I was about to lift my head from his knee, I felt a light touch on my shoulder.
I thought I was hallucinating so I looked towards where the pat was coming from, it seemed to be a a healthy strong tanned hand.
I visually follow the hand to the owner where I am met with a muscular chest.
I could feel my heart beat faster the more I watched the movement of his arm which moved a bicep.
The man looked delicious. Long gone was the crying.
I wanted more! I wanted more physically contact from him!
So I coyly moved my eyes towards his chin and lips.
Oh God!
The man had a light stubble on his chin. His lips looked beautiful . I feel like a pervert. He opened his mouth to speak and I swear I felt my mouth mimic his movement.
"I will take care of you, take her away!" He said coldly
By the time his words registered in my head Zodwa and another maiden were already picking me up and my basket up.
I couldn't help my self!
I looked him straight into his eyes and wined in English "Whyyyyy?"
I said it low enough so that only the people close by could hear us. I'm tired of this man playing with my feelings, he makes me sad and happy at the same time now he makes me feel rejection, what kind of life it this.
He looked at me with pure annoyance and confusion. He then stood up and addressed the crowd.
He thanked them for coming to share the this glorious day with him and his family. He also stated he looked forward to growing his lineage after he had done that, he whispered something to the man on his right then right after he left the hall. He was followed by his mother and wives.
I really enjoyed writing this chapter we get to see a another side of our King not much but I think it's enough to have you guys on edge
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